Rude - G.D //EDITING\\

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The sound of my loud alarm breaks me away from dream and my eyes flutter open, groaning at the sight of the bright ass sun. "Nina! wake up!" my mother yells behind her door, hitting her fist against it.

"Its the first day of school! get up" She shouts again. I shove my comforter away and sit up, groaning in frustration. Of course its the first day of school, I forgot. Yay love school.

I squint at the bright room and stood from my bed as I rubbed my eyes. "Im up! I heard you the first time!" Was I supposed to be excited for the first day of school? as a new student? Goddamn this world is pathetic. Recently I've just moved from New York to California and it already sucks.

It's weird to not see the tall sky scrapers, feeling the cold air, or hearing the loud sounds of cars honking in the distance. Now that i'm here in California I see beaches and feel hot air. Its like 1000 degrees outsides. its great. My door then opens and my mom pops her head in.

"Breakfast is ready" She tells me with a smile stretching her lips. I nod my head in response. "Yep be down there in a sec" I wasn't entirely hungry but got to satisfy the woman right? Mom closes my door and lets me do my thing. I turn on my heel and walked into my bathroom, flipping the light switch on. When I glance in the mirror my expression was filled with horror.

My hair was all over the place as though I spent my night partying like a wild person. Which reminds me. What the hell did I dream about? I rub the nape of my neck and shake my head, stretching my arm out turn the faucet on.

My hands run under the cold water and rinsed my face, wiping away any possible eye boogers. This is the day I'm going to meet new people and figure I should make good impressions. I think. Thats what people pretty much care about anyway right? Its not even school sometimes because some people think it's a place to hang out with friends or make out with your boyfriends. Teachers may ask why we like to come to school.

And we tell them, we like learning. Every school is like that. For sure. I haven't experienced much with kissing or dating really. Wasnt really into that kind of stuff. Most guys in new york just..sigh how would you put it? fucking lame.

After long frustrating minutes of detangling my hair with my stupid brush I finally stepped out and walked up to my closet, pulling out a short sleeved floral dress. I lay it out on my bed and stepped out of my room. My body scurries down the stairs and finds my mom sitting at the table with her coffee in hand.

"My food didn't go cold did it?" I question, quickly sitting across from her. The seat on beside me was empty. Dad is barely in the picture these days. Mom smiles at me "Well, I guess you'll just have to find out." As I ate mom talks to me about the latest. Her ideas for dinner, the fact dad will be missing her amazing food...again. His loss. "Anyway, besides all of that. Are you excited for today?" Oh yeah sure mom, a happy child. gotta open those books and read, solve some equations and squeal in joy

Yeah. never happening. ever. I lift my gaze, looking at her. "not really? I'm just nervous. What if I don't make any friends?" Mom sighs and takes my hands, rubbing her thumbs against my skin reassuringly. "Ok now you're just overthinking it. You're going to make friends just, put yourself out there."

I nod and went back to eating, stuffing pancakes in my mouth before glancing up at the clock. "I'm going to get ready."

When I got to the school I halt in my tracks just outside of the gate and take in every detail. Ok Nina you beautiful person you got this, you're just going to walk in and keep your head up. My nervousness eased a bit as I glanced around, slowing making my way towards the doors. It wasn't polite to stare but I noticed the different type of groups. The gothic, walking around and playing their metal music. The plastics who try their hardest to look pretty for the guys.

Its giving me mean girl vibes. But uh good for them. Amateurs. Then theres the hippies, hiding their weed as a teacher walks past. Oh yeah. I love this school already. It makes me wonder what people are like besides just analyzing them. lets just look at their shoes. Those tell stories.